Pissed Off at the Annoying Dorm Supervisor, So I Use Carmen as a Call Girl
My date with Soyu-senpai was a totally fulfilling time.
Even without fucking, just hanging out with a beauty like her is pure fun.
I also got a real feel for this world's culture up close, which was pretty satisfying.
Thanks to her generosity, I stocked up on a bunch of popular manga too.
This world has tons of differences from my original one, but at least the core sensibilities are similar, so the stories in games and manga are mostly palatable to me.
The only real outliers are the characters' pervy outfits and how sex and masturbation pop up casually without any adult rating—otherwise, there are plenty of solid battle shonen I can enjoy normally.
With stuff like this, I can have fun in this world without obsessing over sex alone.
I was in a great mood, having dinner and heading back to the dormitory when...
Something poured cold water on the perfect vibe.
“You two. Come see me for a sec.”
A mature woman's voice stopped us in our tracks.
Standing there was a woman in what looked like a suit. Black hair, black eyes, and a stern glare that really stood out.
I say "suit-like" because, by my standards, an outfit with her tits and crotch totally exposed doesn't scream business attire.
In this world's logic, it might pass as a suit, though.
I wondered why she'd called us over, but Soyu-senpai was already sighing in resignation.
“Ahh, talk about bad luck.”
What's this about?
“Out on the town and coming back?”
“Yeah, so?”
This must be the dorm supervisor, right?
In the original story, she was some hysterical old hag, but in Common Sense Alteration Mode, I swapped her out since no one wants to look at an ugly bitch.
Looks like the new illustration stuck. More tasty bitches to go around is always a win for me.
“Sorry for the suddenness, but I'm gonna have to inspect those bags. Make sure you're not bringing in anything that doesn't belong in the dormitory.”
“What!?”
What the hell? Bag checks? In this day and age, even searching elementary kids' bags would cause an uproar over human rights—not to mention full-grown academy students?
It's ridiculous, but this world allows it. At least for students without powerful backers.
Maybe the creators think a touch of barbarism makes fictional worlds more fun?
In a society that still has nobility, expecting modern progress is a stretch anyway.
No choice—we opened our bags obediently.
The supervisor clicked her tongue and launched into a lecture after checking the contents.
“Just as I thought. Lowbrow trash born from base desires—not even worthy of being called culture. Can't have this crap in the academy dorms. I'm confiscating it.”
She just started grabbing the manga we'd bought with our own money.
Soyu looked like she wanted to protest, but she just gave a wry smile—like this wasn't her first rodeo—and handed them over.
I wasn't about to challenge her authority either.
Just filed it away in my head: This bitch needs her pussy fucked raw.
“I know expecting you two to have the dignity befitting the academy is pointless. Your backgrounds limit you. But I at least hoped for some effort. Was that asking too much?”
Yeah, yeah, got it.
I'll wreck every corner of that pussy later, okay? Shut up already.
“I'm the one who dragged Lazar around, so don't punish him. It's all my fault.”
Soyu stepped up for me. I backed her up, saying it wasn't her fault.
Only one person's in the wrong here.
“Covering for each other, huh? It'd be noble if you'd done the right thing... Fine. First offense, so I'll let Lazar off. But you, Soyu...”
“Yeah, yeah. Habitual offender, so bigger punishment, right? I know~”
Like this was routine, Soyu shrugged and took a big step toward the supervisor, turning to me.
“Anyway, guess we part ways here. See you next time. Bye~”
I could've covered for Soyu and given the supervisor a real lesson right then.
But I decided against it.
Revenge is a dish best served cold, right? I wanna savor that icy flavor.
So hang in there a bit, senpai.
※
Despite the cold water at the end, I wrapped up a satisfying outing and returned to my dorm room.
The moment I flopped onto my bed, arms spread wide, one thought hit me.
“Fuck, I'm horny.”
The date was great, but way too stimulating regardless.
Hot elements everywhere wore down my self-control just holding back.
Strongest of all? Soyu herself.
Arms spread wide, oblivious to how fuckable her body is—if my willpower had slipped even a bit, I'd have shoved my dick in those juicy armpits and rubbed one out.
But that'd ruin the future netorare pussy fun, so I gritted my teeth.
My panties are a mess from all the precum leaking out.
Need to vent this lust, but Rine's not back yet. Jerking off myself feels like a waste.
What to do? Grab some random pussy from the dorm?
Right as I thought that, my phone buzzed.
Checked it—Carmen, with her routine masturbation report.
“This bitch is diligent.”
Last time I sent her a dick pic, I told her to report every time she jerks to it. And she does, faithfully snapping pics.
I reply sometimes, ignore others—she keeps at it regardless.
But jerking to this feels kinda lame...
“Huh, this bitch is in the dorm right now?”
Her custom setup doesn't match my room perfectly, but the details line up a lot.
Could this be...?
“Yeah, about time.”
I've only used her as a toilet so far—she must be pent up. As a reward for her efforts, onahole duty won't hurt.
I send that and go radio silent on all replies.
Treating it like calling a hooker, I wait—and soon, a knock at the door.
Open it casually, and sure enough, Carmen's there, flushed face heaving tits, forehead beaded with sweat, huffing like a bull.
Obvious she sprinted here. But playing it cool, she straightens up, steadying her breath.
Desperate to pretend she's not my onahole.
But some things can't be hidden.
“N-not a minute yet?”
“Tch, get in.”
“That's casual clothes? Cute.”
“Hmph! Doesn't make me happy hearing it from a loser like you!”
“Makes me wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Th-that, th-that, th-that doesn't make me happy either!”
Her ass is wiggling like a tail wag, though—not the words of someone who means it. Huge difference in her reactions to "cute" vs. "fuckable."
Anyway, it's true—she's hot. Leotard uniform's great, but this cross-slit dress hits a weird fetish spot perfectly.
Plenty of holes to play with here.
“Didn't you say you wouldn't be my onahole? So why'd you come?”
“Uh, uh, well...”
No excuse prepped. One-minute timer didn't leave time for that—body moved first.
Lucky for her, Carmen's good at rationalizing.
“Ahem! I refuse to be your onahole! But I heard you're roommates with the Sharshara lady?”
“Rine? Yeah, and?”
“A horny monster like you will eventually go after her no matter her status. I'm blocking you with this body. The Sharshara family owes me now!”
Oh ho, playing it like that?
She buys her own bullshit, puffing up proudly and thrusting out her barely-there tits.
Nice excuse! Ignoring that the Sharshara lady's already my bitch, drooling on my dick!
“Whatever, doesn't matter. Just needed a cumdump hole.”
“Gahhh! You're actual trash! No low a guy can sink talking to a girl like that! You even a man?”
Whatever she yaps, I slide a hand under her skirt.
Her aroused pussy's drenched, slick and ready inside.
“Quality onahole as expected. No foreplay and it's already fulfilling its hole duties? Good to go right now.”
“Sh-shut up with the bullshit! Dumbass!”
Mouth spits venom, but her pussy slurps my fingers like kisses.
Thinking of feeding my dick this cute hole keeps me rock hard.
“Alright. Lie on the bed.”
“Huh? Th-that bed? Isn't that the one opposite yours?”
“That's my bed. Hate sleeping on dirty sheets.”
“.........?”
Carmen blanks for a sec, not getting it.
But she's no idiot.
“You crazy fuck!? That's the Sharshara lady's bed!! Fine dirtying your own but not a third party's? You're actually insane...”
-SMACK!!!!-
“Ohooooooh♥~”
Spankings fix worrywart bitches. One hit and Carmen shuts up.
“Quit grumbling and move it.”
“...N-not my fault, okay... If she bitches later, it's a-ll your fault...”
I'll just blame you back.
She knows following orders means no escaping blame.
Whatever! Rine would never nag me over this anyway!
“D-down on my stomach. Like this?”
“Good girl, good girl~”
No panties means no stripping fun, but whatever.
Spread her pussy wide—sticky juices drip down.
This bitch's got thick nectar. Taste test.
“Nguuuuh!!! Ngh... Nngh♥♥”
Thinks staying quiet wins? She bites the sheets, muffling moans.
But they leak out anyway. Whatever.
“Slurp, smack, smack, ebebebe~ Your pussy juice is sweet? Good nutrition?”
“D-don't ask!”
Tongue deep, scraping around~
Tangy-sweet explodes in my mouth—like exotic fruit juice.
Back home, pussy didn't taste this good? Another cheat, then.
“Sluuuuurp~”
“Hnnng!! Hng! Nngh♥♥♥”
Her ass quivers. Body going feral from pleasure. Won't pull away from my mouth—that's this world's women quality.
“Fuuu...”
Pull back, savoring—and spot her dangling clit.
Can't ignore that.
-CHOMP-
“Hiiiii♥♥♥♥♥♥♥”
Pussy gushes like a waterfall, soaking the sheets.
Maso bitches are tough. One nibble exposes their weakness.
“Jeez, what a mess? Sharshara lady's bed is filthy now. Your pussy juice did it.”
“............!”
Carmen looks ready to explode, but swallowing orgasm aftershocks takes effort.
Sigh, usable like this?
“Was gonna dick her down for real now, too.”